From a work in progress (by Mitch Sisskind)

The dry cleaning business was extremely important on my mother’s

side of the family. My Uncle Nate hadn’t been a combat soldier like

Norb Berlowitz, but Nate had still been in the army during the war. 

He was assigned to a snack bar at a large training base in Texas. 

When he left the army Uncle Nate opened a store called Same Day 

Cleaners which specialized in dry cleaning police uniforms and any

other clothing owned by policemen or their families. If you were a 

policeman or related to one, or even just a friend of a policeman, 

you could get your clothes dry cleaned at a discount by Same Day

Cleaners. Uncle Nate wasn’t stingy about who got the discounts.

The discounts were a way of getting people into the Same Day

Cleaners stores. 

The Harrison Wholesale Company used a discount method similar 

to Same Day Cleaners but on a larger scale. If you wanted to buy 

something at Harrison Wholesale, you could see the official price on

a page in the Harrison Wholesale catalog. If you looked to the left of

the official price you would see some numbers that were a code for

the discounted price. All you needed to obtain the discount was a 

Harrison Wholesale card, which was easy to get. It was just a matter

of asking for one.

Harrison Wholesale was much bigger than Same Day Cleaners.

There were several Harrison Wholesale stores around Chicago

and also stores in Milwaukee, Indianapolis, and Cleveland. Same

Day Cleaners had only two stores, both on the North Side of Chicago,

which annoyed Uncle Nate. It also annoyed him that my father was

bombed by a blimp in World War One and Norb Berlowitz had been

wounded in World War Two. My mother said that was why Uncle Nate

started wearing a gun in his belt at Same Day Cleaners and why he

wanted to be palzy-walzy with policemen. He was also rather short.  

Uncle Irving, Aunt Dorothy’s husband, had never been in the army

but he didn’t care. He was a good athlete who could stand on his

head and then switch into a handstand. Uncle Irving had a dry cleaning 

store on Halsted Street but Uncle Nate viewed it as a small time operation

that was barely scraping by. He wanted Uncle Irving to start working at

Same Day Cleaners, and maybe eventually he would become a store

manager. 

Meanwhile my mother would badger my father about giving Uncle

Irving a manager’s job at Harrison Wholesale. Finally my father agreed,

except Uncle Irving and his family would have to move to Cleveland.

However, Uncle Irving was too proud to close his dry cleaning store in

spite of the offers from Uncle Nate and my father. It was a source of

tension on my mother’s side of the family.

When my mother and Aunt Dorothy went to look for porcelain figurines,

sometimes Victor and I stayed at Victor’s house but usually we went

along. My mother drove our 1952 Cadillac with Aunt Dorothy beside her

and with us in the back seat. How long and boring those rides were, all

the way into Wisconsin or Indiana searching for antique stores. Victor

and I played a game where the first person who saw a car with an out of 

state license plate was allowed to hit the other person. There were hardly

any of those licenses in Wisconsin or Indiana. 

My mother and Aunt Dorothy never stopped talking during the long drives 

and sometimes they got into arguments. Once my mother said that Aunt

Dorothy should tell Uncle Irving that he should accept my father’s offer of

a job at Harrison Wholesale in Cleveland. 

Aunt Dorothy said, “Leah, Irv has his heart set on keeping the plant open,”

“The plant? That’s a good one!” my mother laughed. “Meanwhile you’re

ironing grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.” It was a joke in the family

that Aunt Dorothy made grilled cheese sandwiches using a hand iron.

“Well, not everyone marries her rich boss like you did,” Aunt Dorothy said,

but not angrily. It was more like she would start to cry.

“You’re right about that, Dorothy, and before I married a rich man I was 

working full-time and also changing Victor’s diapers in the middle of 

the night. Don’t forget that. And since I married a rich man you’re getting

a check from him every month. And you’re not the only one. Lenore 

Berlowitz, Bess Turk, Seymour Berlowitz, they’re all schnorers. Norb 

Berlowitz is the only one who ever shows any appreciation. Lou even 

endowed a research laboratory at Michael Reese Hospital. We went 

down to see it and they were doing research on tapeworms. I got 

nauseated. Lou pays college tuition for kids in the middle of nowhere.

I don’t even know how that happens. We get letters from kids in 

Kentucky saying thanks for paying for me to go to college. At least 

they write a letter. Seymour Berlowitz never wrote a letter about 

the University of Wisconsin. These people treat Lou like a smorgasbord.”

Aunt Dorothy was quietly sobbing into a kleenex. It was true that

she had crossed a boundary by accusing my mother of marrying 

for money. But it was time for my mother to quiet down. What if 

Aunt Dorothy got angry instead of just crying? Of course she knew

about my adoption. Did she know about my mother’s illness?

But my mother wasn’t finished. “I have to tell you something, Dorothy,

and I’m only saying it because things have to change. There are times

when people drop off a load of dry cleaning at Irving’s store and 

because Irving doesn’t even have enough money to buy solvents

Irving has to take the load to another dry cleaner. He actually has 

to do that, so then when Irving finally gets paid then the money goes straight

back to the other dry cleaner. And do you know who the other dry cleaner

is, Dorothy? It’s Same Day Cleaners. Nate told me this himself. Irving is

paying Nate to do his dry cleaning. We all know he’s a shtunk but 

Nate was completely flabbergasted.”

There were times my mother stayed in bed for days, lying on her back with 

her arm over her eyes. That always frightened me, and it was happening

more often. But other times she would really step on the gas. We were 

going at least seventy on a two-lane highway. 

“Mom….” I said. But she didn’t hear me.

“I understand that Irving doesn’t want to work for Nate. I wouldn’t want

to work for Nate either. Okay, so work for Harrison Wholesale. You have

to go to Cleveland but that won’t be forever. Lou can’t bring Irving 

in as a manager starting tomorrow. Norb Berlowitz worked for two 

years as an order picker.”

“Mom….”

Suddenly Aunt Dorothy erupted. “You knew just what you were

doing when you went to work at Harrison Wholesale, Leah! You even

told me what your goddamned plan was!”

I looked at Victor helplessly. He had an idea. The Cadillac provided a

cigarette lighter in the back seat. Victor grabbed my arm and burned

it with the cigarette lighter. Of course I shrieked but at least it got

their attention. My mother swerved the car to the side of the road. 

Now they were both screaming at Victor. He just sat there. He had

sacrificed himself. I rubbed my scalded arm. They were making

a federal case out of it, as my father would say.

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Author: Mitch Sisskind